The Flesh Is Willing

Lying in her own asylum Love has her in an endless coma Tear marked pillows Broken china Things they say that love is made of Wet and strewn She lies sedated Wrenched with arms and legs akimbo Locked up in her own asylum Locked up in love's endless limbo The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak Locked up in her own asylum Feeling so ashamed and crazy Lets the other inmates touch her Touch intimate places on her Love has her in a sea of vitriol